Me and We

My dad and I were talking about a poem that he had written when he was a kid. It was about eating a slice of plain bread, trying to hide it so nobody would see. It's about the rigidity of what is considered "normal". Another kid points out how weird it is that he is eating plain bread.
My mom is always worrying about me, thinking that I don't go out enough. But if I am an intellectual, who enjoys solitary activity and personal growth, then what is wrong with that? Shouldn't I be allowed to be myself?